As they travelled to Vinci Guild, the sun cast long shadows over the city, a reminder of the looming challenges ahead.
The streets were bustling with activity, but Eamon's mind was focused on the task at hand. He needed to gather as much information as possible and prepare for the battles to come.
Upon arrival at Vinci Guild, they were greeted by the guild members, who were visibly relieved to see Eamon back on his feet.
Eamon made his way to the guild leader's office, where his uncle, Vincent, was waiting. Vincent's face lit up with a warm smile as he saw Eamon enter.
"Eamon! It's so good to see you. How are you feeling?" Vincent asked, embracing his nephew.
"I'm doing much better, Uncle. It's good to be back." Eamon replied, returning the hug.
Vincent gestured for Eamon and Evan to sit.
"I appreciate you coming here. We have a lot to discuss."
Eamon nodded, his expression serious.
"I've read the reports about the spy in Vinci Guild. What's the current status?"
Vincent sighed, a look of concern crossing his face.
"The investigation is ongoing. We've identified a few suspects, but we need more evidence to confirm their involvement. The government is also keeping a close eye on the situation."
"How can I help, Uncle?"
Vincent's brow furrowed, his protective instincts kicking in.
"Just stay behind and take rest, Eamon. You've been through a lot, and I can't ask you to put yourself in danger again."
Eamon could see the worry in his uncle's eyes. Vincent had always been protective, especially after the loss of his son in dungeon break.
The thought of losing another family member was unbearable for him. Eamon understood his uncle's concerns but knew that he had to play an active role in resolving this crisis.
"Don't try to play hero, Eamon Drake." a familiar voice interjected.
Jenna, Vinci Guild's Vice Master and Eamon's aunt, stepped forward from the alchemy lab. Her hands were stained with various potions, and her keen eyes assessed Eamon with both affection and sternness.
Eamon looked at his aunt, a mix of determination and respect in his eyes.
"Aunt Jenna, I know you're worried, but I can't just sit back and do nothing. The guild needs all the help it can get, and I'm ready to contribute."
Jenna wiped her hands on her apron and approached Eamon, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. Her eyes softened, yet her voice carried a steely resolve.
"No is a no, sweetheart. Do you want to make your parents worry? And why, after you've been discharged, haven't you gone back home to see your parents, huh? I don't remember having an unfilial nephew."
Eamon winced slightly at her words, feeling the weight of his aunt's disappointment.
"Ughh… I will go back home right now."
Jenna's stern expression softened as she patted Eamon's shoulder affectionately.
"That's more like it. Family comes first, Eamon. Always. Your parents have been worried sick about you, and they need to see that you're alright."
Eamon nodded, understanding the importance of family.
"I know, Aunt Jenna. I'll go see them right away. But please, keep me updated on the investigation. I want to help in any way I can."
Vincent, who had been listening quietly, stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Eamon's other shoulder.
"We will, Eamon. Your safety and well-being are our top priorities. We'll handle the investigation for now, but we promise to keep you informed."
Eamon sighed, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. He knew his family only wanted what was best for him, but the desire to contribute and protect the guild burned within him.
"Thank you, Uncle Vincent. I'll go home and rest, but please let me know if there's anything I can do."
With that, Eamon and Evan made their way out of Vinci Guild, heading towards Eamon's family home.
As they drove through the bustling streets, Evan broke the silence with a curious tone.
"There's something I need to tell you, young master. Someone came to the guild just now, and I think you should know about it."
Eamon turned to Evan, intrigued.
"Who was it?"
"Do you know that young man we met at the hospital? He's an unregistered hunter." Evan said, his voice laced with concern.
"Who? James Volton?" Eamon's eyes widened in surprise.
Evan nodded.
"Yes, James. According to the guild records, he's not registered with any official hunter guild. That's quite unusual for someone with his abilities."
"What about if he is a freelancer hunter? Wait… Did you do a background check on him?" Eamon asked, his concern growing.
"Yes. It's dangerous if there is someone around you with an unknown identity. My job is to protect you, young master." Evan replied, his voice steady and reassuring.
"..."
"Are you mad that I did a background check without your permission?" Evan asked cautiously, sensing Eamon's unease.
Eamon took a deep breath before responding.
"Please stop with your overprotectiveness. I'm not a doll that you can control all things in my life."
Evan's expression softened, understanding Eamon's frustration.
"I'm sorry, young master. I didn't mean to overstep. I just want to ensure your safety, especially with all the dangers we're facing."
"Don't ever do it again. Let me be just like other people." Eamon responded, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
Evan took a moment to absorb Eamon's words, feeling as if his heart had shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Yes, young master."
He couldn't help but wonder why Eamon cared so much about this man he had only just met. Eamon should be focusing on himself and his recovery.
After all, Evan had been by Eamon's side since he was a child, always looking out for him and ensuring his safety. The thought of Eamon putting himself at risk for someone else stirred a mix of emotions within Evan.
As they continued their journey to the Drake mansion, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, easing the tension between them.